quarta-feira, 4 de junho de 2025

Organic limitations

 The sweat leaves me
salt and water out
breathless absent of energy
struggling against the organs

where was I was I human
Did I survive and become one of you
Couldn't I just descend into the earth
To rise a better species

something wrought from steel
Instead of this mere skin
The distances my legs need to travel
before I can get a swig of this life for real

So that I can feel I've lived on some level
Yet I am so breakable and burnable
with every step and every word
I accept it all

salt and water the sweat out
So finite just a piece of a puzzle
with a time limit awaiting a position
from some such angel hand

Organs must push me on
To the next grand attraction
just had over the script
tell us who to flatter

as long as my scream
measure the length of that
birth to death
a wire between all these cattle

separating them
being avoided for
my barbs and electric shocks
oh make me organic again

even if just to eat turf and follow furr to the slaughterhouse

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